Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Nothing.” I glanced over his shoulder toward the meadow before realizing we were too deep in the trees to still catch sight of Robyn. “You should go help with the campfire program. Sounds important.”
Tommy stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “Are you… jealous?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“You are,” he said, and I could hear the amazement in his voice. “You’re actually jealous of Robyn.”
“Why would I be jealous?” The words came out sharper than I intended. “You can flirt with whoever you want. It’s not like we’re—”
Tommy backed me against the nearest tree before I could finish the sentence, his hands braced on either side of my head. “Not like we’re what?”
His body was pressed against mine, warm and solid and completely focused on me. I could smell his scent mixed with pine needles and fresh air, could see the challenge in his eyes.
“Together,” I finished weakly.
“No?” Tommy’s voice was low, dangerous. “Then what do you call what we’ve been doing every night for the past week?”
“Two weeks,” I corrected. My face heated, and my brain scrambled for an answer that didn’t make me sound like a complete asshole. “And I call it… temporary.”
Something flashed in Tommy’s eyes—hurt, maybe, or anger. But then his mouth was on mine, hard and demanding, and all rational thought fled.
This wasn’t the gentle exploration we’d been doing in our cabin. This was possession, claiming, a reminder of exactly who I belonged to, whether I cared to admit it or not. Tommy’s tongue swept into my mouth as his hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer.
I groaned and kissed him back just as desperately, my hands sliding down to grip his ass and pull him flush against me. He made a sound low in his throat that went straight to my cock.
“Just temporary, huh?” he asked against my lips.
Before I could answer, he was kissing me again, one hand sliding up to tangle in my hair while the other worked its way under my shirt. His fingers found the sensitive spot just below my ribs, and I had to bite back a moan.
“Tommy,” I managed, though I wasn’t sure if it was a warning or a plea.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he said, his mouth moving to my throat. “Tell me you don’t think about this every second of every day.”
I couldn’t. Because I did think about him constantly. Had since Hawaii. Every breath, every heartbeat, every quiet moment—he was there.
“I can’t,” I admitted, the words torn from somewhere deep in my chest.
Tommy pulled back to look at me, his eyes dark with want and something softer. “Then stop pretending this doesn’t mean anything.”
Instead of answering, I spun us around, pressing him back against the tree. His eyes widened in surprise, then heated as I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“What are you—oh, fuck.” His words dissolved into a groan as I worked open his belt, then the button of his pants.
“Can this conversation be over?” I asked, looking up at him through my lashes. “Because I can think of something I’d like on my tongue way more than fucking feelings right now.”
Tommy’s head fell back against the bark, his breathing already ragged. “Christ, please.”
I pulled his cock free, already hard and leaking, and wrapped my lips around the head. Tommy’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, and his hands flew to my hair.
“Foster, fuck—”
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I worked my way down his length. The taste of him, salt and musk, was just as exciting as I’d known it would be.
For weeks, I’d been trying to hold back with Tommy. To keep from rushing him when I guessed this was all new to him. To keep from rushing myself, when I knew how close I was to swan diving into love with him. But now I couldn’t hold back.
Seeing how much he wanted me made my own cock throb against my zipper. His fingers tightened in my hair, not pushing but holding, like he needed the anchor.
“Jesus, your mouth,” he gasped, trying to keep his voice down. “I can’t—oh god, just like that.”
I pulled back to tongue at his slit, gathering the precum there before taking him deep again. His thighs were trembling against my shoulders, and when I looked up at him through my lashes, his head was thrown back against the bark, mouth open as he fought to stay quiet.
“Foster, I’m not going to last,” he warned, his voice strained.
Good. I wanted him desperate, wanted him to remember this every time he looked at me for the rest of the summer, no matter who was standing beside him. Wanted him to remember long after the summer was over, too, the sight of me on my knees for him, making him shake and moan and beg.
I redoubled my efforts, using my hand to work what my mouth couldn’t reach while I sucked harder.